Trap Runner (Willy Wonka)
(Loneliness is the human condition, no one is ever going to fill that space)
Yeah, yeah, uh
Yeah, yeah, uh
Yeah, yeah, uh
The drugs talking pill popping
Imma junkie like my father
See the drugs and get enlightened then
I mix the Xannie with my Vicodin
We getting high and sleeping in until it's 5pm
Pockets fat and my bills Blue
Imma pill popping trap house running Willy Wonka
I get the pack I roll it out like Rajon Rondo
Lil Uzi money longer
I up this Glick Imma up this shit bitch
Yeah, he wanna hate but lil boy I been hustling
Feeling like Jayson Tatum lil boy Imma bucket
I get this check
I hit the plug
I up the Glick you better duck
And my ho real bad buy her Prada
White ho in the crib she snorting Cocaine while she listening to Kurt Cobain Nirvana
I piped a white ho with some daddy issues she calling me father
Louie V I just be dripping like it's water Fiji wet just like a faucet
My hair hanging in my face like I'm a Rasta
The drugs talking pill popping
Imma junkie like my father
See the drugs and get enlightened then
I mix the Xannie with my Vicodin
Hold up
Off the Oxy
Off the X and Codeine throw a rave
I ain't flexing bitches
Ain't flexing money
And ain't no point in flexing chains
He be working with the feds I done' named him Mr. Wayne
Bruce Lee how I kick it
Name the drug You want cause' ho I can get it
You sent yo' yougen you must think he atom Cruz cause' that's an Impossible Mission
We gone' roll up pop up out the window do him like he's Ricky
All the dreams they so vivid to me
I mixed the Blue 30's with my Codeine and fall in deeper sleep
We ain't really come from shit except them drugs and them dreams
Yeah, I'm tryna get this bag
Lil ho I'm tryna get this Cream
She asking why I'm out at night she think I'm fucking ho's
Bitch I'm serving Fiends
(Haha, yeah, yeah)
(Serving Fiends that shit too hard)
The drugs talking pill popping
Imma junkie like my father
See the drugs and get enlightened then
I mix the Xannie with my Vicodin
I just served a white bitch for some coke and some Xan
She didn't know that it was laced
I'm sorry ho that's just the game
I kinda like when my shit laced because that's the only time that I really can't feel my face
Remember times used to reminisce at night
That boy some pussy he some mice
Yeah, the junkies on the block and they itching off the Heroin like it's Lice
I take the drugs then pray at night because I think that I'm dying
My Switchblade to her neck she like it though
In love with Oxy and the Codeine I can serve you but you gotta pay me though
He a pussy boy a snitching boy we don't hang with those
I accidentally robbed the plug for his work
Yeah, we really came from nothing yeah, we got it out the dirt
He be copying my flow that lil boy know I did this shit first
The drugs talking pill popping
Imma junkie like my father
See the drugs and get enlightened then I mix the Xannie with my Vicodin
Yeah, Imma pill popping trap house runner Willy Wonka (What the fuck?)
Yeah, yeah, uh
Yeah, yeah, uh
Yeah, yeah, uh
The drugs talking pill popping
Imma junkie like my father
See the drugs and get enlightened then
I mix the Xannie with my Vicodin
We getting high and sleeping in until it's 5pm
Pockets fat and my bills Blue
Imma pill popping trap house running Willy Wonka
I get the pack I roll it out like Rajon Rondo
Lil Uzi money longer
I up this Glick Imma up this shit bitch
Yeah, he wanna hate but lil boy I been hustling
Feeling like Jayson Tatum lil boy Imma bucket
I get this check
I hit the plug
I up the Glick you better duck
And my ho real bad buy her Prada
White ho in the crib she snorting Cocaine while she listening to Kurt Cobain Nirvana
I piped a white ho with some daddy issues she calling me father
Louie V I just be dripping like it's water Fiji wet just like a faucet
My hair hanging in my face like I'm a Rasta
The drugs talking pill popping
Imma junkie like my father
See the drugs and get enlightened then
I mix the Xannie with my Vicodin
Hold up
Off the Oxy
Off the X and Codeine throw a rave
I ain't flexing bitches
Ain't flexing money
And ain't no point in flexing chains
He be working with the feds I done' named him Mr. Wayne
Bruce Lee how I kick it
Name the drug You want cause' ho I can get it
You sent yo' yougen you must think he atom Cruz cause' that's an Impossible Mission
We gone' roll up pop up out the window do him like he's Ricky
All the dreams they so vivid to me
I mixed the Blue 30's with my Codeine and fall in deeper sleep
We ain't really come from shit except them drugs and them dreams
Yeah, I'm tryna get this bag
Lil ho I'm tryna get this Cream
She asking why I'm out at night she think I'm fucking ho's
Bitch I'm serving Fiends
(Haha, yeah, yeah)
(Serving Fiends that shit too hard)
The drugs talking pill popping
Imma junkie like my father
See the drugs and get enlightened then
I mix the Xannie with my Vicodin
I just served a white bitch for some coke and some Xan
She didn't know that it was laced
I'm sorry ho that's just the game
I kinda like when my shit laced because that's the only time that I really can't feel my face
Remember times used to reminisce at night
That boy some pussy he some mice
Yeah, the junkies on the block and they itching off the Heroin like it's Lice
I take the drugs then pray at night because I think that I'm dying
My Switchblade to her neck she like it though
In love with Oxy and the Codeine I can serve you but you gotta pay me though
He a pussy boy a snitching boy we don't hang with those
I accidentally robbed the plug for his work
Yeah, we really came from nothing yeah, we got it out the dirt
He be copying my flow that lil boy know I did this shit first
The drugs talking pill popping
Imma junkie like my father
See the drugs and get enlightened then I mix the Xannie with my Vicodin
Yeah, Imma pill popping trap house runner Willy Wonka (What the fuck?)
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